"Pururun" is roughly the sound a really large, fleshy tit makes when it jiggles.

Who knew??!

She makes love like a woman…but she breaks just like a girl.

Sometimes I find myself watching myself in my own space. Searching, searching, searching…

The shelves are lined with books. All of them thick with implied meaning…answers spilling off the pages. But they never seem to answer the question that needs answering. The unwritten query which I still cannot name. I must learn to love the questions.

Ritual….does this fill the space of an answer?

Pondering:

imagination
freedom of speech
decourm
fascination
art
replusion
boundaries
fear
terror
obsession
vision

and what strange and inexplicable relationship all this has to with me.

string theory
quantum physics
anitmatter
neutrinos
black holes

as well as,

faith
conviction
belief

"in a minute there is time for revisions and decisions which a minute shall erase"

Cottage weekend. Saturday night, full moon, still water, Cab Sav, silence, bats, 70 degrees, skinny dipping...big ass smile. Edit life with random occurances.